Damn that sly little fox, he actually knocked him out.
Mu Feng stretched his limbs and noticed the blanket covering him, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Does that woman still fear he might freeze to death?
Mu Feng took out his phone and checked the time; it was almost seven o'clock, his brother probably hadn't left yet.
He hurriedly dialed Junyue's number, not wanting any more mishaps to befall his brother.
A somewhat piercing ringtone echoed in the quiet room as Junyue picked up the phone from the bedside table.
At that moment, Ningyan also woke up, "Honey, answer the phone quickly."
Junyue glanced at the caller ID, it was Mu Feng calling.
If he was calling at this time, it must be urgent.
Junyue quickly answered, "Hello, Mu Feng, is there something wrong?"
"Bro, you haven't left yet, right? Check all your luggage thoroughly. The assassins have installed a tracker in them, and they have always been coveting the Zhuo Family's ancestral tomb."
